lines on fergusson, the poet

    ill-fated genius! heaven-taught fergusson!

    what heart that feels and will not yield a tear,

    to think life's sun did set e'er well begun

    to shed its influence on thy bright career.

    o why should truest worth and genius pine

    beneath the iron grasp of want and woe,

    while titled knaves and idiot—greatness shine

    in all the splendour fortune can bestow?